Jesus, whose blood so freely streamed
To satisfy the law's demand,
By Thee from guilt and wrath redeemed,
Before the Father's face I stand.
Offending man, make justice drop her angry rod.
What creature could have formed the plan?
Or who fulfill it but a God?
No drop remains of all the curse
For wretches who deserved the whole;
No arrows dipped in wrath to pierce
The guilty but returning soul.
Peace, by such means so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hoped to see?
Peace by his injured Sovereign wrought,
His Sovereign fastened to a tree.
Now, Lord, Thy feeble worm prepare
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war.
They hate the soul that hates his sins;
Let them in horrid league agree,
They may assault, they may distress,
But cannot quench Thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.